<h4>Chapter 1298: Help</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion <strong>Editor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion


    Pleasant and rhythmic whistles came from the prison cell.


    Wilberst, whose hands were cuffed, was lying on the iron bed. There was no pillow, no nket, even the bed itself was old and broken.


    It was hard and ufortable.


    However, none of that could affect Wilberst’s good mood.


    He knew everything was progressing smoothly.


    “Monster Hunter D, eh?”


    “Looking forward to your performance.”


    Wilberst recalled the meeting he had with D and couldn’t hold back his grin. He spent quite the effort to hide his smile because he knew there was a surveince camera in the cell.


    Every move he made was being watched.


    Unusual movements that didn’t fit the rules shouldn’t have appeared.


    As for the whistles?


    It was necessary.


    Kak!


    The gear of something spun and produced a noise. Wilberst woke up from his bed and saw the familiar figure outside his cell. His eyes were showing delight.


    But soon enough, his gaze froze.


    A thin, long sword pierced his chest.


    The de went through his heart, the poison on the de spread throughout his body within a breath’s time, Wilberst couldn’t even utter a word.


    ...


    “This is all of the footage?” Wier questioned the technician.


    “Yes, Sir Wier. All the footage is here.”


    The technician replied, meticulously. Wier then nodded and turned to Kieran, who was sitting there.


    “Find anything?”


    If he had a choice, Wier wouldn’t want Kieran in the station, but when Kieran requested to be there, he couldn’t find a way to reject him.


    The feeling was very ufortable for him, but Wier quickly adjusted his mind, he needed to borrow Kieran’s strength in this.


    “Mm. The whistle,” Kieran nodded.


    “Other than that?” Wier continued.


    Of course, he knew the whistle was unusual. Even more so, judging from the whistle, there might be someone who didn’t belong in his division right now.


    After all, the security around the cell was very tight.


    Even the guards on surveince duty were none but a few.


    “I need your investigation report. And I don’t think your suspicion is correct.”


    “If there is really a mole, the mole doesn’t need to waste so much effort—I don’t know how many more monsters he can control, but the number of monsters that appeared at the hotel was certainly not an easy feat.”


    “And...” Kieran suddenly paused.


    “And what?” Wier asked.


    “And I think you should check the autopsy.” Kieran stood up and walked out.


    Wier saw Kieran off and couldn’t help but frown.


    He wasn’t nning of changing his initial n; likewise, he would also choose to listen to Kieran’s advice, even though it sounded weird.


    ...


    The night was still long.


    Kieran walked out of the well-lit station. The darkness in the area quickly absorbed the light, even Kieran’s figure entered the night.


    Even without any undercover techniques, Kieran’s figure moved in the darkness as if he was floating, especially when Kieran hastened his steps, he was like a ghost shing in the dark.


    However, the person who was following Kieran still didn’t stop.


    The person’s following was very skilled. There wasn’t any bit of sound, even the person’s presence was hidden but not that malicious gaze.


    The distance from the station to Stove-grilled Fish was neither far nor near.


    The person was following Kieran throughout the journey and only spoken when Kieran was approaching Stove-grilled Fish.


    “Lord D, hold on a moment.”


    “I am sorry that I can’t speak to you normally, but my boss is waiting for you on the next street.”


    “Cook is my boss’ name, I bet you’ve heard of it, right?” The voice from the shadow asked.


    “Cook?”


    Kieran turned his eyes towards the person in the dark. Even with his vision, all he could make out was the features on the man’s face, other than the unique traits of Eiders at night, the person seemed to be using some kind of special technique as well.


    The Cook the man mentioned was heard of as well.


    As the most prominent trading merchant of gold and ancient coins in Eiders, Cook was no doubt one of the most powerful men in the underground world.


    Cook was also the man one couldn’t afford to offend.


    Although Kieran didn’t care whether he offended Cook or not, Kieran was very interested in the man.


    Cook’s appearance was so timely, and with the malicious gaze from the man in the shadows, Kieran would never be mistaken.


    Then...


    “Lead the way,” Kieran calmly said while thoughts lingered in his mind.


    “Please follow me,” the man in the shadows said.


    After that, the man’s figure seemed to grow clearer before he walked towards the next street.


    Kieran followed.


    A whileter, a long limousine appeared in Kieran’s sight.


    A huge, fat man rolled down the window and waved at Kieran, greeting him.


    “Good evening, Lord D.”


    As the man greeted Kieran, the driver got down and opened the door for Kieran.


    Kieran nced over the car when he made sure there wasn’t any danger, he stepped in.


    The exterior of the car was already very long, but when one sat inside, only then could one only feel how spacious the car was and howfortable the seats were.


    “Lord D, want anything to drink?”


    Cook, the huge fat man, bent down with slight difficulties, opened the fridge beside him, showing off a variety of drinks and wine.


    “No, thanks.” Kieran took a nce and shook his head.


    “What a pity, I purposely prepared some decent wine for you.”


    Cook sighed in pity. Then he opened up a secretpartment at the handle, pulling out a cigar.


    The cigar wasn’t just neatly cut, it was ignited as well.


    After a deep puff, Cook spat the smoke, and the misty cloud spread all over the interior of the car.


    4 to 5 puffster, Cook finally spoke.


    “Lord D, I hope to get your help with something. I have something here that I need you to take care on my behalf,” said Cook.


    He then bent down again, took out a leather box from the bottom of his seat, and gave it to Kieran.


    Kieran looked at the box before switching his gaze to Cook again.


    “The thing inside is something very important to me.”


    “All I need you to do is keep it for one day—until tomorrow evening.”


    “If I don’t contact you or you hear the news of my death, you can open the box and give the thing inside to the people who you deemed worthy of it.”


    As he spoke, Cook took the box and shook it a few times, showing that there was something inside but certainly not explosives or something simr.


    “I know it’s very rude of me to make a request like this for our first meeting, so I’ve prepared a payment worthy of your time.”


    Cook then took out another box from the bottom of his seat.


    This time, Cook opened it up right away, and Kieran squinted his eyes at the contents.